Two Poems By Ellen Douglas
Two Poems By Ellen Douglas Geste I warn you, I won’t promise anything; My ruddy revenant may well confound With skirl of bagpipe, antic highland fling, Each steadier denizen of grassier mound. Perhaps down medieval stream I’ll trail; Slim effigy, in velvet-hearted drift Of lilies, spiced yet scentless, poet-pale, Not pennies, never pennies for my
